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A Smile Could Be. A Poem
Posted:Jul 3, 2020 2:21 am
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2020 9:21 am

He makes me smile.
Is it as simple as that?
A foundation to build upon
On the way to love
Or should that thought
Be a stepping stone?

That idea of a stepping stone
I once compared
All my ex lovers
All that negativity
I would sooner forget
It's just life
File it under
Learning from
My mistakes.

A smile could be
The beginning.
Love could take seed
Take hold
Take over my senses
I will gain
By losing control.
Hopefully he feels the same.
Or he will be just
Another stepping stone
Along the way.
We Both Came Up Short. A Poem
Posted:Jun 24, 2020 9:56 pm
Last Updated:Jun 28, 2020 8:29 pm

I wish we could have been
The ones we really sought
But truth be told
We both came short.

I wish you well.
Truly there is no
Ill will my part.
I know you possess
A kind and good heart.

I am just not your match
You can see that truth.
Were we stay together
We would both
Become miserable
I am aware of this
I am stating the obvious.
We are too different
We are not each other's
Perfect fit.

I would like very much
If we could stay friends
But for you that
Might be a stretch.
You might have been
More invested
And my ending our romance
Even though I did it
For your future happiness
You might not be able
To look past
You might think I meant
To hurt you.
When it is the opposite.
I want to spare you
More time wasted.
Am I Alone In My Plight. A Poem
Posted:Jun 8, 2020 12:23 pm
Last Updated:Oct 21, 2020 10:58 pm

It's been a while
Since we checked in.
We have gone about
With our lives
Taking care of things.
Kind of Boring.
But we shouldn't complain
When the world at large
Is so on edge.

Is it selfish of
want find love
Can you back
this need
Or is it just a want?
I am not getting any younger
In fact it is the opposite
As my birthday approaches
And I will be another year older.
Time waits for no one.
It marches on.

Its hard broach the subject
Can you tell how hard?
I don't want my hopes dashed
That yearning for love
Whether with you or not.
my actions put on hold
Its been an excuse of sorts.
Not move full speed ahead
My pace in slow motion.

But this yearning
Is ever persistent.
Always on a loop in my mind
Granted it can be muted
For a time.

Just wanted check
see if you were also
So inclined.
Does your yearning for love
Keep you at night?
Or am I alone in my plight?
Need To Have Sex With You A Poem
Posted:May 20, 2020 10:43 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2020 10:38 pm

I need have sex with you.
That thought just popped
Into my head.
Now it is like an earworm
Or mantra
Being said over and over again.

It rings true.
For some reason.
How the times we have had
Were wonderful
And I want an encore
A repeat performance.
A do over to see if
We can enhance
The pleasure
We both experienced.
Yeah I think that is how
I will sell the idea.
How does that sound?
Does it make sense?

I need to have sex with you.
If we do it once.
I might want more.
Are you open to that notion
Being my literal sex toy?
Or is that figurative?
Since you are real
And the thought
Of you as a toy
Is so appropriate
As you seemingly
Are always ready to
You just need a touch
And a lick
Instead of batteries.

Needs and wants
A fine line to be sure.
I say let that boundary
Be obscured!
I won't tell the etiquette police
Who want to make
What I really want
Just something that is
To be delayed
As it is not life sustaining.

Hmmm, there is an argument
To be had
Along those lines.
Is sex a need or just a want.
Monks and nuns
Live long lives of celibacy.
Good for them
And their self sacrifice.
Are we sure they
Don't secretly masturbate
Among other things?

Back to you and me
And my need for sex
I want it as soon
As it can be arranged!
So get out your schedule
And tell me when!
I Love You But A Poem
Posted:May 11, 2020 6:54 pm
Last Updated:May 18, 2020 10:45 pm

How many times
Are you going to tell me
That I am not enough
Before I believe it
With my whole heart?

Each time you say
I love you but...

My heart blocks out
That qualifier
If it is Just
As a friend
Because we became lovers.

Each time you say
I love you but...
My heart does not hear
That other part
That you are not in love.

I know deep down
What all this means
You find me missing
Something that I can't change.
Or at least not easily.

I will hear your words eventually.
Maybe then I will be the one
Who can match you word for word
I love you but
I am not in love
But in my case
It will be with
The added caveat
Unconventional And Misunderstood A Poem
Posted:May 11, 2020 6:40 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2020 7:40 pm

That is the word for me.
I am not like other people
In a whole host of categories.

I don't belong
To many groups.
I for the most part
Keep to myself.

I don't want to open
Myself up
For judgement
And ridicule.
I am not a fan
Of the comedy
Of Don Rickles.
Although I hear
He was a good friend
To those he knew well.

Folks that get to know me
Once I let my guard down
They either love me
For my foibles
And naivety.
I ask many questions
Some answers may be
Obvious to most
But I sometimes miss
The contemporary boat.
Culture can be a devil
To keep up with
With modern day
Social media.

There are things
I am not proud of
That make me feel
So very inferior
But I should not have to
Wear that label
Hence the word
I would rather
Be associated with

I need self confidence
Because while I know
I don't fit the mold
Of a successful woman.
I should take hold
Of the fact
That I may always
Be misunderstood
By folks that are less
Than open minded
And only care
About the superficial.
My Melancholy Predicament. A Poem
Posted:May 10, 2020 1:10 am
Last Updated:May 11, 2020 6:17 pm

I am feeling the melancholy.
It washes over me.
I am alone once again.
Wishing I was with somebody.

I have a few guys in mind
Who could fit the bill
So to speak
Each one has traits
That are unique.
I see the good in them
They form my memories.

And then reality intervenes.
They could be with me
But they chose not to
They may give
Me the time of day
Make that a few moments.
Then they go away
Leaving me once again
Which brings me to the present
And my melancholy predicament.
Longed For His Text A Poem
Posted:May 8, 2020 9:08 pm
Last Updated:May 10, 2020 12:57 am

He says it is on!
Tomorrow he wants
To be with me.
How I have longed
To read those words
In a text.
It has been weeks!
I am not exaggerating.

I told him earlier this week
When he sees me again
I want him to be
Forceful with me.
You see
It was how he was
When we met
On our second date.
He grabbed my head
And kissed me.
Pulling my hair a little
But still gently.
It told me in actions
How much he
Wanted and desired me
How he hungered
For my touch
And kisses.

I want him
To be the guy
That he was then.
But also the guy
Who he is now.
The one who knows
The pleasure
That can come.
How I give and give
To make him feel
Ever so good
The best that
I possibly can.

But there is always more
Where that came from!
Especially in the morning
If he stays the night.
Which I am hoping
Will be the case
As I want to see his
Sleeping face.
I want to feel his furry legs
And his furry chest.

All this goes through my head
With the texts he sent
That he wants to see me
Tomorrow night.
How am I going to sleep?
My dreams will be vivid
If they depict his
And my past actions.
And what I want to experience
As an encore
And so much more.
A Mother's Day Distraction A Poem
Posted:May 6, 2020 11:05 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2020 6:16 pm

We are both motherless.
Neither one has .
Should I make the suggestion
We spend the upcoming
Weekend together
Knowing it's importance?

Ah, yes Mother's Day.
A day I will ever feel sad
And inadequate.
Would that someone
Could make me forget
that I lack.
Would that I could revel
In a lovemaking rendezvous
With the man of my dreams
Who is the aforementioned one
But he is not aware
Of his singularity
In that regard.

But he does care
And I know that time
Spent together always
Leaves me wanting more
Thoughts of him linger on
Long after he is gone.

A distraction could be had
If we can manage
To make it happen.
His kisses and touch
A welcome addition
To a day that otherwise
I would feel so bereft.
Thinking only of what
I lost and lack.
Together he and I can
Make time pass.
Adrift For Words A Poem
Posted:May 2, 2020 3:13 pm
Last Updated:May 6, 2020 10:55 pm

I almost wanted cry
He mentioned my writing
Some serious poetry
If we were go do
A thing we once
Dreamt about
Sailing on his sail boat.

I have lost my voice.
It has been overwhelmed.
My thoughts taken over
By the sadness that surrounds
Nearly everyone.
Yes, there are glimmers of hope
But they are not on
The tip of my tongue.

Folks keep mentioning
It will come around again.
Words will flow.
Just start slow.
Maybe use that habit
Of brainstorming.
Take one word
And work outward.
How rudimentary.
How weak I must seem
To have to go back to this
It is so elementary.
But I get it.
Like a person rehabbing
From an accident.
One step, yes one step
Then another
Until I get back
To where I once was.

And if I ever do go sailing
I might not think of writing
I might just take it in
Savor the moment.

Does it always have be
About my accounting?
I have taken
That by choice.
No one has demanded
My voice.
It was my self expression
My presentation
And representation
Of the world.
But wouldn't it be nice
no longer be adrift?
Adrift for words.
I Hope The Future Has This In Store A Poem
Posted:Apr 6, 2020 12:03 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2020 6:08 pm

You called me on the phone.
I almost talked your ear off.
It was so nice hearing your voice
That accent of yours
Sing songy Maine like
That I have come adore.

We texted throughout
American Idol
Like we did a few times before.
I commented that it was like
Spending an evening together.
It reminded me of our exchanges
When we texted about our
Beloved Bruins games.
Boy I sure do miss them!

I know you have not been
Feeling the best with some pain
In your back and hip
You seem to think
You are on the mend.
That cannot come soon enough.
Because then you might
Have the desire and energy
To travel all the way
To see me again.
Yes indeed you could
Make the trip!

We could do our thing.
In person.
Relax and have a meal
Usually pizza
Although I might entice you
To get Chinese food.
I might say let's do it
Because I want us to
Have this memory.
I want us to read our fortunes.
Maybe it will seem
Like divine wisdom.
Like the day one told me
About KMS and boy was that timely
After so many rants I had posted
ON social media.
It meant to keep mouth shut.
I laughed so hard
But it did not shut me up .

Then we would continue on
With other items
Things that we have missed.
OH boy have I!
The last time seems ages ago
At least a month or so.
At least it was near the best
Of any of our encounters.
We both agreed
I would love an encore
Or two or three !

You see what you do to me ?
You make want more.
I wish and hope that
The future has that in store!
Practicality And Dreams A Poem
Posted:Apr 4, 2020 11:37 pm
Last Updated:Apr 6, 2020 7:49 pm

It is still a day ponder
It is still a day wonder
While we have a mind
While we have the time.

There are things that are
Less important
Depending on what
Is happening.
Our bodily needs
Our health in general
Come first
For without their success
We are inevitably a mess.

And so I know
That I can think of you.
Whoever you may be
My ideal man
My ideal mate
The man of my dreams
I can think of you
Until reality becomes harsh
And intervenes.

So practical of me
have my priorities straight
know there are times
When dreams and desires
Are be held in abeyance.
Hopefully this delay
Is just temporary.
And I can get back
the business
Of dreaming in earnest.

Today is one of those days
Where I can dream
Of my ideal man
And he can bring
By way of happiness
And satisfaction.

But first I will Google
Some porn on the internet
For while dreams
And visions in my head
Can sometimes do the trick
A little stimulation can help
With one of those needs
That were aforementioned.
Differences A Poem
Posted:Apr 4, 2020 2:05 am
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2020 6:45 pm


I heard an angelic voice
I saw a gorgeous woman
On a barren landscape.
I thought how magnificent
To be so combined
In a music video.

Yet the voice did not belong
To that gorgeous woman
She was just a vision
Just eye candy
While the voice singing
Was from an altogether different
Less standardized version
Of beauty.

I can appreciate the differences
I can see and hear
I can teach myself
That each has worth.
Woman are not just
Their appearance.
Pardon my wanting
Everything in one package.

If I had to choose
I am not even sure
Which one I would
Except that voice might be
My calling
And my passion
My gift to the world.

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